C1784 Wash Your Hands in a Golden Basin

Before I could call to confirm the situation, I saw a few familiar faces by the side of the road.

Wan Mingzhu immediately braked.

"Did you encounter an enemy attack?"

"How are the wounded?"

It was not accurate to describe these people as wounded. Their pupils had already dilated, and the temperature of their bodies was dropping rapidly.

"They were all killed by the enemy